"Didn't you see the sign honey, check your diets at the door," she laughed, but she didn't make a big deal of it. "You want the sweet tea?" Of course,...it's half the reason I come here," I said it smiling back at her. "Don't forget to bring the extra hot sauce." There was hot sauce on the table, but behind the counter there was a sauce not found on the tables. The reason was simple, if a customer used it by mistake, their barbecue would be thrown out. It was not for the weak of spirit or anyone. Mataoka had already cut a lot of stalks to use as thatch and, as we were so practiced making wigwams, we soon had a roof on. I had to make it quite pitched because of how we were thatching it, so the low eaves didn’t stop you standing up straight inside.It all went quickly – suddenly – and the house was transformed from an open-top box exposed to the elements into something that really felt like a house. Like home. Mataoka quickly rigged up a cot like the Indians had in the wigwams and we moved. Hot cum felt good against my pussy. I sighed and rolled over on my back.I thought I’d heard something in the hall. I listened. I couldn’t hear anything.“Mmmmmm, that was good babe,” I said as I kissed Dave.“Still the best fuck around,” said Dave teasingly. “You’re amazing.We fell asleep in each other’s arms.I woke up the next day and headed down to make breakfast. Katie was already in the kitchen, working at the stove. I had to catch my reaction. She was in a small pair of bikini panties that. Chloe tried hard to dispel the image of Kevin's sneering face, but it was impossible to, particularly with him out there right now spying, witnessing her relationship disintegrate and her world collapse inwards. Powerless to prevent Jack's insistent and uncompromising advances, finally she submitted fully, spreading her legs wide to receive the whole shaft in one massive thrust that split her pussy and nudged the cervix. "Owwwwwww," she screamed, banging her fists at his neck, pert breasts.